Omega Bound Chapter 275

Thane

When she fell from the sky and slammed into the earth, the world broke open beneath her. The ground shuddered, cracks fanning out from her landing like veins of lightning, and for one brief, impossible moment, I felt nothing but relief. She was alive.

Snow-white hair plastered to her face, her eyes completely blue. No whites to her eyes. Just the same blue of her power that arced up her arms. Little Wolf had come back to me.

Damn, I haven’t said that name is so long.

I didn’t understand how or what had happened to bring her here in this storm in this manner, but none of it mattered. She was here. Breathing. Standing. Fighting.

That relief soured almost instantly into a desperation I could hardly breathe through. The shield she cast around me thrummed with power, impenetrable, locking me in safety while she unleashed hell just beyond it. I pressed against the barrier, watching her strike down the enemy like they were nothing, her power spilling out in savage arcs.

My chest ached with pride and terror all at once, because every blow she dealt, every scream she silenced, was another reminder that she was doing this while carrying our child. The thought burned through me like acid. She shouldn’t have been out there. She should have been safe, away from blades and bullets and teeth. Yet there she was, radiant and unstoppable, choosing to fight when all I wanted was to pull her into my arms and shield her with my own body.

I swear by the Fates, I will talk to her about this....no, I will make her see it. She cannot risk herself this way, not now, not while she carries the future of our line.

Or any time after that.

She fought like the storm itself, but I was trapped, forced to watch in agony as the woman I loved, the mother of my unborn pup, battled death on every side. That’s why I started pulling on the bond. I couldn’t just watch her tear through them like this, lost in the fight. I had to reach her, to drag her out before she pushed herself too far… before I lost her completely.

I ran through the mud and rain, over bodies and broken earth, until I reached her. The moment I had her in my arms, nothing else mattered. The blue fire that had raged around her, fading into the steady heat of her body pressed against mine. Relief crashed through me in waves, mingling with awe and a deep, aching love.

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing along her rain-soaked, blood-streaked cheeks, and for a heartbeat, I just *looked* at her, memorizing every line of exhaustion and fierce beauty. Then I leaned down, our lips met with everything I had bottled up over the storm and the battle. The kiss tasted of rain and smoke and survival, fierce and desperate, a promise that I wouldn’t let anything take her from me. I pressed her closer, my hand resting on her stomach, letting her know in every frantic second that she was home, and she was safe, and I would hold her like this through every storm yet to come.

From nearby, Alpha Clarke’s voice cut through the rain, "Form teams! Move now! Infiltrate the compound. Sweep each floor, secure every entry! No stragglers left behind!” His men snapped to action, disciplined and methodical, their voices echoing through the wet night.

I pulled back and pressed my forehead to hers, letting the storm and the aftermath of her fury fade into the background, but the tension never fully left. “We need to find Mikhail,” I said, voice low but urgent, “treat the wounded, and get everyone regrouped. This isn’t over yet.” My hands slid along her arms, feeling the tremor of exhaustion and the lingering power that still hummed faintly beneath her skin. “I can’t keep everyone alive if we don’t move now.” Raven is across the grounds with Cyrus, stabbed. I know she is still alive because I had to shut the mind-link down to Cyrus because of his head explosion commentary.

She nodded, eyes still glowing faintly. Her hand lifted, brushing my chest as if to steady herself as much as me. “I promise I’ll tell you everything,” she murmured, voice heavy with fatigue. “But right now… I can help. I can help with both.”

Ayla’s eyes lit up with her power as she raised her hand and squeezed it into a fist.

The ground shook beneath my boots, and I turned just in time to see a massive orb of Ayla’s power, blinding blue, crackling like a storm contained, burst out of the compound’s shattered wall. It hurtled through the rain-soaked night, tearing a path across the battlefield before slamming into the mud, skidding to a stop only yards from where we stood. My chest seized when the light thinned enough to reveal what she’d trapped inside: two Alphas, their snarls muted, their claws raking uselessly against the shimmering walls of her shield.

The sight stole my breath, awe and dread tangling as I realized she hadn’t just been fighting.

She was *delivering enemies to us*, gift-wrapped in her own deadly light.

Shielding them when she shielded us.

“There are two of them?” I asked Ayla, clearly looking at identical twins, but....off.

“Why does one look like he’s got a tapeworm?” somebody asks from behind me.

“Damn it, Jill,” Rhonda growls.

I sigh, looking up at the sky, “Identical twins. One is my father, and one is my uncle. My father is the skinny one. He has been imprisoned here, and the snarling, cursing one is Nikolai. He is the leader of the ring. He led the experiments, and he stole my father’s pack and pretended to be my father.” Ayla, stares at them in the orb, emotionless, which is concerning.

“Are you sure?” I asked her, confused and worried. She seems so strong in the bond. Steady.

“Yes. I felt a familial bond flare when I came near him. I don’t remember having it before. It’s a story, but I promise I will tell it, and it is true.”

“I trust you,” I tell her, bending down and kissing her again. I want to say that I would rather kiss and hold her than kill the uncle behind me, but that would be a lie. Ronan is chanting in my head, close to forcing a shift in an attempt to get to him.

It is difficult to rein him in.

The orb shrinks as Ayla manipulates her hand, her power coursing up her arm. It’s a whole new advancement of her power.

An elevation.

Her crown.

Because of our new roles.

The power surge and her trip down to the battlefield now make sense.

When I accepted my seat, the same authority and power went to her as well because she was my mate.

The skinnier Alpha stumbles onto the ground. I growl low and protective as he makes his way over toward us, leaving the other still in the shield. “Please, Mikhail....please find Raven, heal her,” Ayla asks her apparent father, the name for so long linked to the man I hated most, now....this....this is a different type of feeling.

I may need to call him something else for a while.

And I’m getting a DNA test.

“Yes....yes....” He nods. He’s banged up, obviously fighting at some point before he was engulfed in Ayla’s power. Judging by the look of his brother and the fact that they were in the same shield, they were likely fighting one another.

“What do you want to do with Nokolai?” Ayla turns to me. The monster has a name, and the one who deserves revenge the most is asking me what I want to do.

Ever since the night my sister’s blood stained the earth, I’ve carried a ledger in my mind of all the ways I would make the bastard who ordered it suffer. I’ve imagined driving claws through his ribs, one by one, slow enough that he’d hear them snap. I’ve pictured taking his tongue so his screams would be trapped in his throat, then peeling the skin from his hands so he’d understand what it felt like to be stripped bare.

Some nights, I thought of breaking his legs and forcing him to crawl, the way she had to drag herself before the end. Other nights, it was watching him burn until the stench of charred flesh made maggots gag.

There’s no shortage of ways to kill him.